The cold winds dried the
droplets on the skin,
Left over by the fierce sun,
just now down;
The hot waves that baked the
blood steam underneath
Left their fire in store for
the blood to suck and rush
Up all over the terminals of
men and women
The time they set to go to
bed in pair at dark.
He and she were in heat. Heat
healed the heat.
Hot countries, hence,
profusely overpopulate.
07.12.2002
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